Kurt jumped slightly against the hot coal touch of Blaine’s palm. “Measure up?” his voice was thick and deep it took everything in Kurt’s body to not slam his lips against those---“Kurt?” Blaine asked looking up at him confusion. Kurt blushed removing his eyes from the younger boy’s lips.
“I-uuhh-I got- to go” Kurt thanked the gods of theatre that his character was supposed to be flustered anyways.
“Moritz” Blaine’s voice carried toward him as he walked way faster than needed off the stage. Kurt sighed finally in safety away from Blaine’s gaze. Working with his Melchior for the past two weeks has been, complicated, to say the least. There were small moments when Blaine would blush and just pull away with no warning. The director loved the new chemistry and sexual frustration that they brought out in each other. He whipped away with talk of dynamics and layers. Kurt would just pout and try his hardest not to jump his co-star. Looking up Kurt debated over sneaking himself a cigarette. Maybe, just, maybe he had earned it.
“So-uhm-uhh-Are you okay?” Blaine asked suddenly in front of Kurt. Looking up from his manicure experimentally Kurt gave him a cold calculated look before returning to his nails. “I mean- I know I got a little personal in the last scene, but its acting man.” Kurt chuckled at Blaine’s slang but still not granting him any sign of his state of emotions. Kurt was fucking glass. This little bronze beauty was not about to break him. He worked too hard for everything he has and for this opportunity. “I mean, dude, you are attractive, but I am in no way planning to run off with your chastity on the stage. I mean if you have a boyfriend I am not trying to step in between that, but get your act together”. Kurt snickered not looking into the others hazel boys eyes. Blaine audibly tensed. “What the FUCK is your problem” Kurt noticed Blaine must not curse often by the way he emphasized the word.
“My fucking problem”, Kurt began sauntering toward Blaine in a way he watched his friend Santana do so many times back home, pushing Blaine toward the nearest wall. “is your cute little boy band ass distracting me from my job.” Kurt stated finally looking at the other letting a single finger tracing the outline of Blaine’s collarbone peaking out of his tight fit v neck t-shirt. “So, why don’t we just get this over with already?” Smiling wickedly Kurt turned swaying his hips and looking over his shoulder. “Come get it while its hot.” He yelled over his shoulder as good of an invitation as any Blaine was going to get.
“SHIT” Kurt gasped as the innocent Blaine he had come to know slammed him against the nearest piece of furniture. Blaine’s fingers wrapped around his calf snatching it to its place resting against the hip bone that made up his toned v-line.
“I want you to fucking beg” Blaine growled his teeth leaving marks just under his shirt line. Giving up on the charade he just threw off Kurt’s shirt in no mood for foreplay. He fell to his knees putting his teeth to better use unzipping Kurt’s pants while his hands were in more suited. God, way more suited Kurt decided nodding his head absent mindedly. Blaine had him completely unbuttoned, latterly and figuratively, in a matter of minutes.
“You are so not as innocent as you act.” Kurt noted as Blaine removed his tight skinny jeans that is an expertise many guys fumble at, but Blaine simply shimmied off without a second thought. Kurt had to resist the need to stop the other boy, to slow down, this was so impersonal, but that is what he asked for. Thought ran through the taller brunette like bullet trains. Was he really in any place to be at all prudish when his pants were to his ankles? The hurry of motion stopped underneath him. Whimpering Kurt snapped open his eyes to see Blaine waiting patiently.
Noticing he finally had the other boy’s attention he smiled to himself. “You are going to fucking watch me suck you off. I want you to look over that stage and never forget how hard I made you scream.” With that Blaine placed his palm flush against his hip his finger and thumb circling the base of his dick. Blaine took Kurt into his mouth quickly rushing to move on to other tasks.
“Wait. Wait. Wait.” Kurt chocked out feeling the younger boy tense underneath him and sigh. He let Kurt drop from him unceremoniously leaning back on his knees. “This is uhm—this is— “ Kurt blushed as Blaine’s puppy dog eyes looked at him slightly rejected. “I just—I think maybe—we should at least know a little bit about each other” Blaine groaned at Kurt’s lame excuse.
Huffing Blaine pulled himself up off the ground and without even looking at Kurt turned to gather his clothes. “Look, I do not do relationships, talking, or even real intimacy.” Blaine said over his shoulder. “I just don’t. Do not ask why. It is kind of obvious you are either a virgin or a clingy one. So, I am going to go now.” Kurt stood dumbfounded allowing this boy to just walk out.
“What. The. Fuck.”